Mom reading The God Who Weeps to DadI talk a lot about my dad and often neglect to talk about my mother. This post is for her.The picture, one I took with my phone (sorry!), shows her doing what she does every night. She reads to my dad. As visitors drop by, Dad sometimes talks about how grateful he is for what others do for him. "My wife, Julia," he says, "reads to me every night. She serves me that way, and I love her." This particular book, by Terryl and Fiona Givens, is a token … [Read more...]

A certain woman had a son. They were not wealthy, but she had given him her time. She had worked with him through his schooling and had helped him understand the things which he did not. She had gone to battle for him when he did mischief and begged those who expressed disappointment, "This is my son. He is a good kid. Don't make him feel like he's not."And behold, there came a day when she knew in a way that many woman know, through her intuition, that the son had a secret life. She … [Read more...]